Sixteen Years Old, Five Weeks Along
I just found out yesterday that I am pregnant. I was lucky enough to have the baby’s father around at the time I took the EPT, but it was still extremely shocking. The father (I’ll call him Jim) and I have been together for a little less than a year and we were actually planning to marry and have kids after high school anyway, but apparently God had other plans for us.
I started by running to my local CVS and picking up a test. I was pretty sure it was just stress that was causing me to miss my period, but I wanted to be positive. I’ve had a lot going on in the last few weeks:
– Jim’s mother gave birth to a baby, who unfortunately passed away on the same day due to heart and lung problems.
– The planning, viewing, and funeral for the baby
– I had an uncle pass away on the same day as Jim’s baby brother
– I found out my mother has melanoma the day after the deaths
– I made my first court appearance yesterday over a car accident and I was terrified out of my mind
– Huge exams coming up next week in school
With everything going on, I assumed that I was just under too much stress. I assumed my body was skipping a period to manage this stress. But as a precaution, I bought that little box.
We headed back to my house and I immediately ran off to take the test while Jim set up a movie on a DVD player. He was confident that I wasn’t pregnant and he was prepared to watch a movie as soon as I knew. I headed into the bathroom and opened the box. I have to admit that my hands were shaking like crazy while I took the test and waited for the little blue line(s) to show up. To my surprise, I got two lines. I wrapped everything back up and threw it away and headed back out
I’m a bit scared by all of this, but Jim was ecstatic. He’s not worried in the least and can’t wait to break the news to his best friend. We know that the risk of miscarriage is high during the first trimester, so we have decided to wait until mid–March to confront our parents.
I’m really excited, but I know it’ll be really rough for both of us for a few years. He’s seventeen, I’m sixteen. He’s graduating this year and then he plans to work full-time for a few years, then to go to college. I intend to finish high school, but I don’t know if I’ll be getting a nursing degree now.
Any other young moms out there? Or does anyone have a success story to brighten the prospects a little bit? I don’t regret this in the least, but it would be comforting to know that it’ll all work out eventually.